D.O.P.-T.

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Fog developed during the night: when I said goodnight to Old Guy and closed up for my break, it was thick out there. I flagged down the bus right outside the store, as the light was getting pinkish, and around about the Santa Clara City limits the fog began getting wispy; I looked to the south and could see the hills, now green, with fog pooled in a cleft and the sun shining on them, all behind a veil of mist. Later in the morning it rained lightly, like slanting needles, while the sun still shone weakly.